Fear not what you seek.

The sound of the rattlesnake faintly becomes the night
I lit a fire and keep close for it will protect me with it's warmth and ever shadowing light
Rocks are gathered here upon this sand near the edge of civilisation and it feels so right
I am waiting for the changing of the seasons while the world is barely a white canvas by looking by sight
Living in the sea must be the dead mans eyes that are closed and yet ghostly figures gather when the four winds twist tight
Sleep amongst the stars like an innocent child not knowing all that would **** him if instincts didn't blaze so bright
This bridge I walk on carries me over silence and loneliness to a land I do not know then the rattlesnake pounces to strike.